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I could recall some years ago
The day that sealed the deeds of the deal
And dot the long journey of nine months
In my calendar of the years
The same brought about the cry
That started the journey of my childhood…
What a honey of motherhood?
An answer to your heart cry
You were assisted and ushered
Into the labor room
Like my savior was accompanied
To Gethsemane and went further
With the burden of sin of perishing souls
He bent His knees in prayers;
He sweated blood
So you lingered 'un-angered'
With the burden of a baby boy
You genuflected in labor
Fear with joy loomed in the air
Swimming in the ocean tides of the clouds
And I could see water dripping
Down your cheeks and nostrils
All because of me
Could I see any one that flogged you?
No! It's I beating you from within
Not with cane but with pains
Like a sheep before its shearer
You journeyed between life and death
All because of me!
It would have been simple if that was all
But I could see
Like two of your younger ones
Even of your daughter's age
Shouting at you
Push! Push! Push!
Else you kill this baby
What ridicule leading a miracle?
All because of me!
Push! Push! Push!
That was their shout and cry
That ushered me into a new world
Right at their ward
That was not because they're wayward
It was a labor room
It was labor for you
That which ignited my favour
What a pain heralding a gain?
But it was like a pay to me
I took it for a ride but
It was mother’s pride and joy
I thought it was play
Until she smacked and spanked me
Yet they succeeded
As they persuaded you and encouraged you
Then and there with flow of water
And pool of blood you pushed forth
And you pushed through.
I thought it was a favour and for my good
Only to see her hand carried me
As if she was all out to help
But it was only to cut the cord
While I held my hands together
Lost in the comfort and dream
Of the cosy womb
She took me out of the comfort zone
She smacks and spanks me
Again, again, and again
She made me to cry and never cared to say sorry
But told stories
He's another boy, she said
Right there she baptized me
Into a new world
She dragged that thing
She called cot to your side
And placed me in it
Alone I was laid crying
And all she did was to laugh at me
Mum. Her white uniform belied her act
Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo Aderounmu.2012
Ecclesiastes 9:10
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.”
"Incentive to work well is nothing more or less than faith in action."
Quote by Henry Chester
That exuberant feeling deep down inside,
It isn’t energy and not quite pride.
To complete acts of grandeur it sets the mind reeling.
Deep down inside there is that exuberant feeling.
Knowing this you will achieve, in success you will bask.
It’s a feeling of confidence that you can handle the task.
An incentive of willpower to drive what you believe.
In success you will bask knowing this you will achieve.
It’s when you feel eager for a well-considered attempt.
Faith that you can conquer with all hesitations exempt.
Its absent when the effort given to a project was meager.
For a well-considered attempt, it’s when you feel eager.
Enthusiasm, a grand word, it came from the Greek nation.
Its meaning is “God within” which needs no explanation.
The faith that you have will keep your soul stirred.
It came from the Greek nation, enthusiasm, a grand word.
We will be immensely engaged in activities we enjoy,
It’s no effort for full assertiveness to employ.
With enthusiasm our full capability will be uncaged.
In activities we enjoy we will be immensely engaged.
There will be no circumvention, nothing subdued.
Living with genuine enthusiasm is having a positive attitude.
Its essential for leading a meaningful life with good intention.
Nothing subdued, there will be no circumvention.
Most children have a degree of enthusiasm at will.
An eagerness and faith that there is nothing they cannot fulfill.
A concept the fortunate will retain through adulthood to be.
Of enthusiasm at will most children have a degree.
When enthusiasm is there, it takes away drudgery from deeds.
It creates delight and incentive to the most mundane needs.
God within our very soul, faith that we can achieve whatever we dare.
It takes away drudgery from deeds when Enthusiasm is there.
A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead
Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis
With him at the helm the public anxiously watches as the state of things degenerate
The rand has slumbered, corruption trivialised and unemployment popularised
Numeric’s play trickery on his unknowing tongue
And in his mind’s eye rules of grammar are easily ignored
Unpopular for his uninspiring speeches and refusal to obey protocol
A man who unapologetically lives above the constitution without fail
Without resolve he spends his term in office under the guise of ignorance
A generous man whose time is easily spend trying to resolve crises in countries outside our shores
He gets to lead a life of privilege without burning a sweat
He carries on blindly without taking any responsibility while the rest suffer the consequence
The unjust Msholozi hypocritically lives above the law but expects others to obey
The threat of prison bars didn’t hold him down because his connections served him right
A smart man with a dedicated entourage of followers to defend his malice
From the safety of his chambers he observes like Big Brother leading a nation to its downfall
As things spiral down he generously extents the rope to which the economy hangs itself
Cynically he laughs off his critics while the believers fan off the opposition
He doesn’t get his hands dirty since willing volunteers fight his battles
The booing and anger from a nation divided never unsettles this comrade
Without shame he takes merit from the achievements of others
He doesn’t worry about his endless failures since his inactions are blamed on the past
After all, he’s a diligent leader living in a utopian valley where all his citizens are satisfied
He sees no wrong, hears no concerns and does nothing to improve the nature of things
An unscrupulous man who dishonourably musk’s his failures by claiming what others have earned
At the sound of his voice the martyrs who selflessly fought for this freedom turn from their graves
Hi puppets continue to defend him like a messiah filling his silences with bombastic defences
He’s set in his questionable ways and is undeterred by motions of no confidence
Like the mafia his enemies are harshly eliminated from the face of politics but friends handsomely rewarded
Was my life just a wish
I hid between the pages of survival
And even though the Universal source of all
Granted me this gift
This singular precious life
Did I search instead to be the worthiness of heaven
Did I judge all my actions
By the prison bars of hell
And see in your eyes and the eyes of others
The handiwork of demons
Have I written on the chalkboard of my soul
The dark inks of my submissions
I see that in our innocence
We have been duped and confused
Into leading a less than innocent life
And the greatest tragedy of this Earth
Is the ignorance of our denial
We do not see the collage of injustice
Their bodies scattered on our path
And all the bright and shining electronic objects
Are limply hanging from the sign posts of our children’s future
Their bodies dried and bloodless
Skeletal in their silence
Point the way to our decent
Into the depths of the untouchable and the soulless
Where and how have we been brought to this
To feel so very comfortable
While the price we count in money
Is the cost
Of human life
Did we eat too much
Did we want too much
Did we suckle so much in frenzy
Upon the teat of propaganda
Did I believe too readily
Did we swallow all our pride
Has conscience become a mouthful
A swallowed panacea of pharmaceuticals
When did we agree to be
So confused
Did you accept that all this luxury
Must be paid by the suffering of someone else
Or did I just close my heart
Close my mind and close your soul
And even though the nagging is persistent
The denial of truth haunts all of you
Did we bury ourselves in the infatuation
Of all this passing momentary thrill
Bought and sold from the instance of our birth
And it is not our part to carry the guilt or the fault
But each one of us in time
Must wake up
To the complicity that we play
In the slavery inflicted on this world
A part of innocence and ignorance
In the suffering of our brothers and our sisters
A peculiar gift is the insight burgeons a new light within the soul
Far more humane it is than burden of its curse
To live amongst these human chains
But still see all that we are worth
DEADLY SIN- LIE
SALIGIA,
Or the seven deadly Sins,
Covers all the probabilities
Of peccadilloes,
That could be committed by the HUMANITY.
Lust
glows up within a man
It is like a sentiment
that can not be brought under control
It can make a rich man a refugee,
Because this sin deprives him of his mores and morals,
And makes him do all the wrongs,
Just to fulfill his desires.
Pride
We all have two faces,
We cover our real image, cover our wounds
Not admitting the pockmarks in our character,
We always keep our real emotions incarcerated
And show the world a conceited face,
Forgetting our hard days.
We assassinate out fears,
And show as if we are the winners of all the races.
Greed
IT develops like a voracious thirst
It creeps like a climber,
Ingests all our emotions
demolishing us from the inside
The want seems to be endless,
Just like wanting a sunrise during a sunset.
Envy
It is like a bane that shrivels us
IT is like a sweet poison that never makes us start the race,
We keep our focus on some other person,
Diminishing our own soul
When we put every thought under rest,
It is too late,
And we never can achieve the wanted position.
Gluttony
Its intake seems endless,
Makes our mind more materialistic,
When we suffer from it,
Everything seems fantastic,
When we realize that
What it has really done to us,
NO one but we are dejected.
Sloth
The body throws out all the energy,
The anesthetizing decline
Converts into redundancy,
That leads us to reverie,
We never try to uplift our position,
Rather we choose to mix ourselves with the ground,
To become a person never ever to be found.
Anger
It rises slowly in our body,
Bubbling our minds
Most of the time the reason is
Incomprehensible
Emotions gone with the wind,
Control converted into ash and dust,
We lose hope, life has no reason
We are into disloyalty and sheer treason.
But then,
All of this consists of one common
Misdemeanor,
That is – Lie and false hood,
It is more than these 7 sins,
It is above all the wrongdoings,
It leads to one sin, to another,
Leading a man to decay
And sentiments to be smothered.
I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth,
would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up.
No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame),
the clear-cutting of forests, Paul Bunyan (with Blue
Ox named ‘Babe)’ (1) tried to trade! ‘Whites’ own much of the blame,
though for rape of the planet, dark thoughts they’re God’s race,
when Christ’s color was darker, church clothes splashed with red!
Each one’s skin is a tent that they wear! Is God’s mirth
that skin’s not our design, and it’s fragile? Our “cup”
may “run over,” but “Grace” is its content. We ‘name’
things around us. Is God a Creator Who ‘knew’
I’d write poems before Earth congealed, knew I’d ‘tame’ (2)
Souls around me who’d trust me to ‘serve them,’ not chase
skirt’s illusion, trust their ‘will’ would ‘serve me,’ God’s bread?
Each new day’s a full suitcase ‘God?’ gifts us at dawn
as our future flows toward us, frame dreamer’s repasts
for one sleeping’s not absent, their spirit gains ground. (3)
Our suitcases have boundaries, intellect’s GIF
that we nourish (don’t own or define)! Fates are found
as they pass us (not dreamed with known tool kits) that hint
there’s an infinite mind (one no mortal can grok).
Thought leans forward or backward (for logic’s a rock
that survival deems potent)? Soul mocks views that TINT
faith’s belief ‘we can know.’ That’s why faith’s so profound!
It reflects on God’s leading (a heavenly riff?)!
Faith in logic gets tested, its truth is not bound
to what fools think is true, Earth’s not center that lasts
though high priests kill their foes. Such truth fades with a yawn!
Brian Johnston
3rd of April in 2022
Poet’s Notes:
‘Philosophy’ that lives, gives breath
to thoughts that lead to better death.
(A paraphrase of Cicero)
(1) Paul Bunyan’s tales are American Folklore about a mythical
logger and his pet Ox (who helped him move felled trees.
(2) To “tame” someone is one process of making a friend as
described by “The Little Prince” in Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s
book of the same name.
(3) REM sleep (with its dreams) refreshes the brain and seems
to help us meet both old and new challenges.
"Enthusiasm is nothing more or less than faith in action." Henry Chester
That exuberant feeling deep down inside,
It isn’t energy and not quite pride.
To complete acts of grandeur it sets the mind reeling.
Deep down inside there is that exuberant feeling.
Knowing this you will achieve, in success you will bask.
It’s a feeling of confidence that you can handle the task.
An incentive of willpower to drive what you believe.
In success you will bask knowing this you will achieve.
It’s when you feel eager for a well-considered attempt.
Faith that you can conquer with all hesitations exempt.
Its absent when the effort given to a project was meager.
For a well-considered attempt, it’s when you feel eager.
Enthusiasm, a grand word, it came from the Greek nation.
Its meaning is “God within” which needs no explanation.
The faith that you have will keep your soul stirred.
It came from the Greek nation, enthusiasm, a grand word.
We will be immensely engaged in activities we enjoy,
It’s no effort for full assertiveness to employ.
With enthusiasm our full capability will be uncaged.
In activities we enjoy we will be immensely engaged.
There will be no circumvention, nothing subdued.
Living with genuine enthusiasm is having a positive attitude.
Its essential for leading a meaningful life with good intention.
Nothing subdued, there will be no circumvention.
Most children have a degree of enthusiasm at will.
An eagerness and faith that there is nothing they cannot fulfill.
A concept the fortunate will retain through adulthood to be.
Of enthusiasm at will most children have a degree.
When enthusiasm is there, it takes away drudgery from deeds.
It creates delight and incentive to the most mundane needs.
God within our very soul, faith that we can achieve whatever we dare.
It takes away drudgery from deeds when Enthusiasm is there.
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Follow the above link.
That's a picture by Goya
entitled "Saturn Devouring His Son."
Have you ever thought of yourselves
as someone like this Saturn?
No?
Are you sure you won't ever sacrifice
your boyfriend or girlfriend, lover, spouse, or lover?
Are you sure you won't?
Then give yourselves time.
Wait a decade, two decades, or three.
There may come a time when something happens,
obliging you to choose
between destroying your own sanity
and sacrificing the one you love — or claim to love.
You may have believed you're a loving person
who can't ever betray the one you love
— or the one you believe you love.
But look.
The love you claim to have and have cherished all your life
may be just a pipe dream.
It may be just a castle on sand, or a hologram.
The love you claim to have may be just an illusion.
It may be only a reflection of your own selfishness.
To survive in this cesspool of a world,
you just have to be healthily selfish.
True, you shouldn't be downright selfish.
If you are, people will hate you
and you'll end up leading a solitary, lonely life.
But that doesn't mean you're completely selfless.
Absolute selflessness is totally incompatible with this hellish world.
To survive here, you just have to maintain a reasonable degree of selfishness.
That's what I call "healthy selfishness."
So, people of the world, be healthily selfish.
If there comes a time when you have to choose
between maintaining your own life or sanity
and sacrificing the one you love (or claim to love),
you'll certainly choose to maintain your life or sanity before you know it.
That's the way you're programmed to do.
The genes in your body compel you to do so.
So don't worry.
You'll surely sacrifice your child or lover
whom you always thought you were ready to sacrifice your own life for.
Long live your healthy selfishness!
And may Heaven bless your self-love eternally!
FOR DR. ABUBAKAR OLUSOLA SARAKI
Ilorin is bereaved again: another calamity has struck!
Ilorin has lost another pride of the community.
Saraki this time! Why has Mr. Death focused on us?
He has already extorted enough from us already
but his discontentment has prodded him
into snatching Saraki again. Ah! Extortionate!
Our unique exponent of politics has deserted us,
leaving us bereft of confidence.
After the consecutive demise of Oniwasi Agbaye and Sulton Kamal,
I thought my pen would go to bed and rest
until the dawn of 2013, but it was not to be.
Abubakar Saraki’s departure is enough to cause me
to bestir myself again, especially when I visualize
how he lived and bested his opponents,
leading a life that was devoid of failure and defeat.
God has a way of perfecting some like that.
After the death of Baba-l’Agege,
I believed Arabic literature and outright bravery
had followed their commander, and that was the end of it.
But a good many brave writers surfaced afterwards,
though their skills not matching his.
After the passage of Alhaji Agba,
I thought we would never get over the expensive losses:
his matchless knowledge, adorable tolerance, effective prayers…
But many an embryonic scholar emerged,
though not the exact like of Baba.
God’s omnipotence is not subject to limitations.
I send condolence to Dr. Bukola Saraki, Sen. Gbemi Saraki,
and my brother, Laolu Saraki, including their followers and fans.
The peoples of Nigeria I sympathize with you.
And Ilorin community should not be dejected.
Saraki was a man of conspicuous looks,
a man of benign character, his benevolence
extending beyond his arms-length.
To him kindness means kindness, even to one’s enemies.
He was a man that commanded respect home and abroad.
Yet all this appealed not to desperate Mr. Death.
O’ God, Saraki’s presence was encouraging,
characterized by successful children, love and care.
Strengthen us so that his absence shall not create
a foreboding of more tragedies, but be an exit
that betokens more fortune for the bereaved.
I am raging mad. Wishing I had hot molting killing lava to pour on that ugly human in the funny clothes who violated me yesterday. Feeling a thrill thinking of the pain he would have felt yesterday when he was poking me with his damned tools if I had been able to access my lava field. I know there is an orange and black fire deep inside my recesses, however, they are difficult to bring up when you need them. Yesterday I felt disappointed and sad that I could not access her at will. I am angry today that I am sore, pierced, and unmercifully staked by these ugly confining posts and their equally ugly wires.
Three dragonflies, a multitude of butterflies, and grasshoppers continue to hop around on me, and easily glide through the ugly fencing, blissfully unaware at the rage I am feeling today. This angers me even more. If I hurt, I want everyone to hurt. I groan loudly, trying to access my lava. My grasses quiver, aware of my broken dreams, and severed roots, angry too at the ugly piles of dirt at the bottom of these ugly pokey things.
I had hoped to stay wild, unencumbered, and free until the end of the world. It is here now, for me. A large ugly piece of equipment stops on the road. Good. At least it is not driving on me! Two uglies and an uglier get out. They are leading a baby bull toward my sore, pierced, ugly hurting self. Just when I thought nothing could get worse! My grass raises on end, and I shudder. It is bad enough I lost so many wild strawberries, so many batches of clover, and so many wildflowers yesterday when that ugly was posting me. Now this? My tall grasses strain hard, trying to bring forth the lava. The young bull is lead into this now ugly circle enclosure. The other uglies shut the gate, and secure it. Ouch! I yell, but they pretend to not hear. The baby begins chomping at my grasses, and surprisingly it does not hurt as much as I thought it would. Actually, it feels liberating. I settle down a bit, as the happy flying things scatter.